In a secluded grove...

[Pedantry INC]

First Kian, then Padrin appear, then not long behind follows a red winged woman, all lazy smiles and a casual step...







So she takes her leave, waiting in the woods beyond alone, her stance defensive and her catlike eyes wary while the two men supply the elves with the head of a drow priestess and an ancient elven artifact.

[mysticalkas]

*Amilith stands outside his home watching the encounter with a resolved calm. His bow in hand, he watches the other bowmen deal with the situation. Upon the resolution he walks to the Lords Hall with grace and patience. The only sign of something amiss is the focus seen in his eyes.*

*dipping his head to the Lord after receiving his instruction* Yes my Lord. I will share words with them. *inclines his head, turning on his heels, he leaves the hall the same he came... with calm measured steps he follows*